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Joonam (Chapter List)
Summary: Idrees grapples with his past identity and the war he's witnessed. Fettered by fear and anxiety, he isolates himself and ruminates on all of his mistakes. But when he meets a tourist and falls in love with her, he's forced to confront everything that keeps him suffocated. cw: trauma, child abuse, violence against women, religion, ocd rituals, blood, violence, sex, abusive/toxic relationships: 18+
Chapter List
Chapter 1: Stock Duty Chapter 2: Noon Chai Chapter 3: The Bazaar Chapter 4: This Whole Tourist Thing
Chapter 5: Rafi
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🍞Ticklish👑
A Silly Trinity (Breadwinners & Michael Jackson crossover) fanfic
Synopsis: During one of their visits to Neverland Ranch, SwaySway and Buhdeuce find out that Michael is extremely ticklish, therefore, they decide to use this new piece of information to their advantage…
Content warnings(s): meh, just silly stuff 🤪
Author’s Note: Hiii!! This is my first one shot fanfiction. Constructive criticism and suggestions are welcome! Also, HOOOO BOY, this took a lot out of me 🥱 one more thing, THIS IS JUST A JOKE! Please don’t take it seriously. K byeeeeee
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*Neverland Ranch*
“BAP!!” Buhdeuce jumped up in front of SwaySway, who was lying on the couch watching the tv in the living room of Michael’s house at Neverland.
“Ah-!“ Before SwaySway could finish his small yelp out of frightened surprise, he fell face flat on the floor. A few seconds later, he carefully rose from the floor and sat up on the couch.
“Buhdeuce, you surprised me!” He said with a small grin on his face, still a little shook from Buhdeuce’s sudden entrance. “What’s up, bap?”
Buhdeuce jumped up and sat down next to SwaySway on the couch. His face was lit up with excitement that he couldn’t sit entirely still. “You won’t believe what I just found out about Michael!”
“Ooh, what is it?” SwaySway turned to look at Buhdeuce. From the looks of how eager Buhdeuce was, SwaySway became intrigued in what his best bap wanted to share with him.
“It turns out that Michael is extremely ticklish! I saw a clip online earlier this morning where Michael got his foot tickled by… oh, what’s the director’s name?” Buhdeuce’s face immediately went from excited to perplexed as he couldn’t figure who else was in said clip.
“We can figure that out later.” SwaySway interrupted to spare Buhdeuce the time to think. “So, why is this so exciting to you?”
Buhdeuce’s smile suddenly turned into a mischievous smirk as he giggled and stood up on the couch on his tippy toes to whisper in SwaySway’s ear.
“What if we snuck up on Michael and tickled him non stop? He won’t see it coming!” Buhdeuce whispered as quiet as he could just in case Michael or anyone else was listening.
SwaySway let out a quiet gasp and like Buhdeuce, he started to show a mischievous smirk on his face. He certainly liked the sound of that idea. The two looked at each with the same look on their faces as they started to plot their silly ambush that Michael had no idea was coming.
“This is gonna be so hilarious” SwaySway grinned. “Wait, where is Michael anyway?”
“I think he’s in his bedroom. He probably had to take care of something.”
“That makes sense.”
“Oh my bap, I can’t wait to see the look on his face once we start tickling him!” Buhdeuce chuckled in anticipation.
“I know, right? He won’t know what hit him!” SwaySway smiled along with his bap.
The two baps chuckled mischievously while rubbing their hands together as if they were planning something diabolical (which they technically were). There was no doubt that this was going to be the most hilarious and silly thing they’ve ever done. Their anticipation was quickly cut short when they both heard footsteps coming from the stairs.
SwaySway quickly turned his head and then whispered to Buhdeuce. “I think he’s coming! Quick! Hide!” The baps crawled and hid under the couch before Michael came into the living room, his poor soul not knowing what was coming for him.
As Michael walked into the living room, he saw the tv still running, but to his surprise, no one was in there.
That’s weird… Michael thought to himself. SwaySway and Buhdeuce were just here. I was only gone for two minutes.
It’s true that SwaySway and Buhdeuce often got themselves into crazy shenanigans, but little did Michael know, he was in for a real surprise. “SwaySway? Buhdeuce?” He called out for them, no answer.
Meanwhile, the duck duo was still hiding under the couch, holding back laughter like their lives depended on it. It was so funny to them how Michael had no idea where they were and wasn’t expecting what was to happen in a moment.
“Alright.” SwaySway whispered as quietly as he possibly could. “On the count of three, we’re gonna jump out, tackle him, and then, it’s tickle time!”
Michael walked over to the window to see the rocket van still facing downwards from when SwaySway and Buhdeuce crash landed. There’s no way they’d left if the van is still there. While Michael was thinking about where the ducks could be, there was a sudden noise.
Buhdeuce had such a hard time keeping in his laughter, a small giggle had slipped out his beak. Before he could let out some more and blow their cover, his beak was covered by SwaySway, who told him to ‘Shh’. Just when they thought they were safe, they heard footsteps again, and this time, it was coming closer to them.
“I think he’s coming towards us! It’s now or never.” SwaySway quietly alerted his smaller bap. “On the count of three, we’re gonna jump out and tickle him.”
“Guys, is this some sort of trick you’re playing on me? Very funny.” Michael said, trying to get the ducks out of hiding.
“You ready, bap?” SwaySway double checked with Buhdeuce.
“I’m not just ready, I’m bready!”
Michael slowly approached the couch, certain that SwaySway and Buhdeuce were hiding under. “What’re you guys up to?” He questioned.
Without another second to waste, SwaySway slowly counted to three. “One… two… THREE!!”
Right before Michael could get any closer, SwaySway and Buhdeuce jumped out from under the couch and tackled Michael in an instant, causing him and the ducks to fall back on the carpet, narrowly missing the coffee table and Michael’s fedora flying off his head.
“AAH-!” Michael shouted from the sudden impact. Just when he thought it was all over, he started to feel a funny sensation coursing all throughout his body. He lifted his head to find SwaySway and Buhdeuce tickling him from head to toe.
“What the? SwaySway! Buhdeuce! What’re you…” Before Michael could finish his question, his screams immediately turned into laughter as the funny sensation from being tickled took over him.
“Wow, Buhdeuce!” SwaySway giggled as he tickled Michael’s side. “You were right! Michael is SUPER ticklish.”
“Yep yep!” Buhdeuce agreed.
“Wait- ahahahahaha!” Michael struggled to speak as he couldn’t stop laughing so much. “Where were you- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
As the ducks continued to tickle the very ticklish man, from his arms and stomach, to his shoulders and legs. As they went on, Michael was rocking from side to side on the floor, his laughter becoming louder.
“NOO, stop- AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” He demanded. But as much as he tried to reason with them and break free from their sudden ambush, they continued their silly shenanigans. It wasn’t even long before Michael gave in and succumbed to their tickle attack, still laughing like there was no tomorrow.
“AHAHAHAHAHA!! That- AHAHA!! …tickles so… AHAHAHA! …so much!!” Michael was laughing and hollering so much, tears were forming in his eyes and rolling down his face.
The baps chuckled at Michael’s silly, vulnerable state as they showed him no mercy, whatsoever. “Tickle, tickle, tickle! How you like that, Mike?” SwaySway teased. Buhdeuce chimes in. “Look at you. You’re a hollering mess!”
“AAH NOO- AHAHAHAHAHA!!” Michael continued to squirm around, hollering with laughter, tears streaming from his eyes from the extreme, silly sensation coursing through his body.
Eventually, the ducks look at each other with mischievous smiles on their faces. Agreeing that they’ve tickled Michael enough, their hands slow down and retreat from Michael’s body. They look over at Michael, who’s down on the floor laughing his head off, also hyperventilating with his face riddled in tears.
“O-oh…” Michael tried to speak between jagged breaths. “…my gosh…” He was completely out of it, he couldn’t even move as his chest moved up and down from breathing so rapidly, his heartbeat racing like crazy.
Sway and Deucer continue to look down at Michael, giggling with pride at what they’ve done to him. Soon enough, Michael’s breathing starts to regulate again. He sits up to look at the ducks, smiling and chuckling from their goofy little prank.
“Oh, you guys!” Michael giggled. “You got me REAL good.”
“We sure did!” Buhdeuce looked at SwaySway. “We just couldn’t not pull a good prank on you, Michael.”
“Well, I think I needed that.” Michael grabbed his fedora to put it back on. “You guys never fail to keep me on my toes and cracking up.”
The three of them stand back up, SwaySway holding Buhdeuce in his arms. “Well, we’re not called The Silly Trinity for nothing” Sway grinned. “Yep yep!” Buhdeuce agreed, giggling in SwaySway’s arms.
“That’s true, but now…” Michael began to wiggle his fingers. “…it’s my turn now!”
SwaySway and Buhdeuce are caught off guard, realizing it’s THEIR turn to be tickled now. In an instant, Sway starts sprinting away from Michael, Buhdeuce still in his arms as Michael runs after them, continuing their goofy shenanigans.
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Written by ChrissyDoesStuff
‼️DO NOT STEAL‼️
Aaaand that’s all folks! Let me know what ya’ll thought about this and feel free to request more of these! Love ya’ll! 💕✨
#breadwinners#swaysway#buhdeuce#michael jackson#the silly trinity#fanfiction#breadwinners fanfiction#michael jackson fanfiction
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Confession I guess?
I figured it's time I was honest with y'all. (below the cut; feel free to skip if it's not your preferred cuppa)
I know I don't owe anyone an explanation of any kind, but as I've always said and stood by, I hold what audience I have with the highest regard and respect and I feel y'all deserve more from me than just the occasional "thanks for reading!" you know?
That being said, I want to let everyone know that, it's official: I am writing an original novel that I do plan to have published as soon as possible. I am planning on this novel being a trilogy of sorts, so there will be multiple books coming from me! :D
I have been writing fanfiction since I was 12 years old. What started on a floppy disk has flourished into a passion that I will always be proud of and grateful for. Writing fanfiction has spared my life more than once, and in the process of writing fanfiction, I have made friends that I know I will have for the rest of my life. I am so SO so grateful to y'all.
However, as time has gone on, and especially in the last few years or so, writing fanfiction felt more like an obligation rather than the hobby it's supposed to be. And that's no fun. But trying to bridge the gap between fanfiction and actual fiction (aka, the kind you can get paid for) has also been a struggle. I had a hard time trying to detach the ideas I had for fics from their respective fandoms and convert them into something that could be an original novel.
I have tried to adapt some of my more popular fanfiction stories into original ones, but a lot of the fandoms I've been in just don't make that an easy prospect (even my Modern AUs are hard to adapt since what makes them Modern AUs is deeply embedded in their respective fandom). But lately, the fog from that cloud seems to have lifted, and I am currently working on the manuscript for my very first novel!
All that aside, you might be wondering: "but Liz! You promised us you'd finished your fic! You promised, you promised, you promised!!" And you're right. I did promise. A promise I still intend to fulfill. I am a woman of my word. Sutures will be finished.
Someday.
But the timeline for that finale is now offcially on an indefinite hiatus. I could wake up tomorrow morning and finish it all and then post it that evening. Or it could be 10 years before I'm able to get back to it. Who can say? I sure as hell cannot. And while I hope I won't have to make y'all wait that long, like Claire, I have a glass face and cannot lie. But I also have to live in reality: I am my family's primary breadwinner. We are all disabled in some form and I am no longer capable of working outside our home. Wolf hasn't been for some time, so us staying home with The Pup just makes more sense now that we have officially pulled him from public school to homeschool him ourselves. Doing something working from home is now my chief focus, and I have to do what I need to do to facilitate that. We are good for the time being though (so much so that I closed the gfm I started a few months ago, so thank you to everyone who helped us out in our time of need 💜)
It has been a lifelong dream of mine to become a published author. A writer of love stories, in every romance genre I can get my wee fingers on! xD I am now in a position to chase that exact dream, and I cannot wait to be able to share what I've been doing!
To the Outlander fandom: my heart is yours from the moment I saw y'all. You've held my spirit with your two hands, and kept it safe (hey, jammf would be proud of me for channeling him here, be quiet :P) I have had many ups and downs with fandoms but I am eternally grateful for the love and appreciation this fandom has showered me with and I hope y'all will continue to stick around to see what else I got up my sleeve!
Stay tuned! Good shit is coming xx
#elizabeth has a thing to say#irl shit#personal shit#fandom shit#outlander fandom#fandom life#original fiction coming soon!#I hope y'all like it 🥹
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Househusband Kink Moon Boys
Warnings: +18 content, if I see or hear of anyone underage interacting you WILL be blocked, no hesitation. Househusband kink. Mentions of praise and degradation.
Author’s Snip: It's househusband moon boys time <3
I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.
Tag List: @xenobyte @sleepyamaya @sarahghetti @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction
Steven Grant
Listen, I know that I call Steven a bottom and a sub a lot... but fucking look at him. He's so nervous all the time that he's practically going to blow up, so maybe he would like it if someone took some stress off of him and he could just do what's instructed of him
Outside of the whole kink thing, I really think he would like being a homebody because he's in his space and can go about it regularly, there is no change, just maintenance like cleaning and cooking, and then doing one of his hobbies in the free time
Anyways, the actual kink part. I think the appeal to him with it is the praise
Come on, Steven is probably a huge sucker for praise and being told that he's doing good
So just imagine it. Steven works on cleaning around the house, dusting, and cooking dinner. You come home and you're so happy to see him and be able to relax. You come up behind him and hug him from behind while he's plating dinner, giving him some nice physical touch and then you remark that he's done such a good job at cleaning up the flat, and maybe give him a nice kiss on the cheek and an additional one on the neck
He will melt. He can't handle it
Although dinner he's just thinking about it and while he's washing the dishes
If you call him your "good little househusband" he's gone, he's out for the count, he will get on his knees and do a whole lot more for you to call him that again
The name also gets him going in bed
Just rail the daylights out of him while you praise him for being so good and keeping the house so nice just for you and also taking you so well
Sub/bottom Steven rights
For real though, Steven is just so ready to be the male version of a 50's housewife it's not even funny
Marc Spector
Marc's thing with the househusband kink is also praise but it also has to do with the fact that the role is so peaceful, both non-kink and kink-wise
Like yeah sure, he has to clean and do a handful of tasks to really be doing the whole househusband part of the househusband kink but compared to having to run around the world, beat people up, and get bossed around by a giant bird, doing housework is actually very peaceful.
Especially, when he makes a schedule on what chores he does at which time and day because let's face it, Marc's made a schedule
Anyways, the peacefulness is sort of what helps him get submissive and into it along with the praise
Marc doesn't need to worry or think about a mission, he can just do the laundry and cook dinner, and you'll come home and take care of the rest
It's like a de-stressing thing, he doesn't need to think, he can just do what you tell him and praise him for it
Give him the pillow prince treatment as a reward for doing such a good job at keeping the house tidy
He deserves it, he deserves the luxury of just getting to chill out
Marc deserves everything tbh
Jake Lockley
I think Jake would just like the whole submission of it, sexually. I think he'd be fine with being a househusband normally but would like it if he got something as a reward
And by getting something I mean getting treated like a rag doll
The submission that is implied and coincided with being the homebody is already something that turns him on because in his regular life, Jake has to be the dominant one in a situation and that can be tiring but he also likes it a little
But he also likes it when that is taken away from him in the bedroom, he likes being made to submit. Gets him going, you know?
So the whole "A good homebody listens to their breadwinner and does as they say" rubric is something that goes right in Jake's alley when he wants you to get up in his alley if you know what I mean
With the other two it's "You're such a good househusband" meanwhile with Jake it's "Be a good househusband and-"
It's more of a degradation thing, he's nothing more than a househusband and he has to do what you tell him type thing
But in my own hc that's Jake's bread and butter
Though he does like it when you do praise him for doing things, that arguably gets him off so much more but he mostly like it in the degrading way
#moon knight#moonknight#moon knight x reader#moonknight x reader#marc spector#steven grant#jake lockley#moon knight smut#marc spector x reader#steven grant x reader#jake lockely x reader#jake lockley smut#steven grant smut#marc spector smut
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A Rose Under the Moon
Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Fem!Reader
TW/CW: Domestic violence mentions, hints at child abuse, child abuse mentions violence, phantom pains
MINORS DNI: I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME
A/N: Again, none of this is beta read. We die like the younglings Anakin snuffed in the Jedi Temple
Taglist: @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @shirukitsune @bad4amficideas
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Chapter 3:
The Victims
You sighed, checking the little egg timer in your apron pocket to see how long until the scones you were baking had left in the oven. Fifteen minutes. Ugh.
It had been a few days since Steven had come in and purchased his pillar of books. The two of you would make small talk, him thumbing through books and rambling about a subject on ancient Egypt that he knew. The moment you brought up your own obscure facts you have memorized from the things your father would read to you as a little girl, Steven’s eyes lit up and he got the biggest grin on his face, and launched himself headlong into info-dump mode. It was kinda cute, really, how excitable he got. You could tell the poor guy probably didn’t have many friends, aside from his brothers, whom he’d told you about, and a friend named Layla. You also found it endearing how his messy, bed-raggled curls would flop over his face, or how animated he’d seem when he would interrupt himself to bring up another fun fact…
But, it had been a day or two since he’d come in last. And to be honest, you kinda miss the guy. He was probably the nicest most engaging customer you had. He even admitted that he didn’t come in just for the books. He told you he liked your teas and treats, and he loved the comfortable atmosphere of your shop over a crowded cafe. But one day, he just had to ask:
“I’ve been meaning to ask…” He started, looking at the muffin in his hand.
“Hm?” You hummed as you stocked shelves.
“Are these… vegan?” He seemed hesitant to touch the muffine now, as if it were poisoned.
You giggle softly. “Yes, actually. I try to use recipes that everyone can enjoy. Vegan, gluten-free…”
“Oh! Wonderful!” He scarfed the muffin down rather quickly after that, his nose buried in the textbook on archaeology he had in his hands.
You set your phone down as you sipped your spiced tea. It was a rather cold and gloomy day today, not uncommon this late in the year, but still, it sucked. It reminded you of where you grew up in Maine, off the coast. Storms blew in all the time, you’d remember as a little girl getting up in the morning, wanting to run outside and play, just to be met with a dark and angry sky, blistering winds, and pelting rain.
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Your poor little six-year-old heart was crushed one day when a particularly bad squall blew into town, and you were trapped within the confines of your house, arms crossed, feet firmly planted as you glared out the window, lip wobbling.
How dare the weather ruin your plans for the day? You were going to play in your treehouse! Now the stupid wind was gonna blow it away! And if it did, your father would have to build another one, and that would take forever!
“Hey, there, Lil’ Bit.” Your dad said, kneeling behind you, as you stubbornly looked out the window in a seething rage. So, so angry for a little girl. You inherited your temper from your mother, surely. Though you personally never saw her mad, of course. Ever. But then again, she worked so much…
Your mom was what your dad told you was a “breadwinner”, which was a term you found dumb. You mom never entered contests and she certainly never won bread as a prize. It was so dumb! Why did adults have to use such dumb words for things?
“Hey, kiddo.” Your dad sang, leaning forward from where he was crouched to put his chin on your tiny shoulder.
“No, daddy, ‘m angy.” You mumbled, trying to shrug him off as lightning flashed in the distance.
He chuckled, his voice warm, much like your favorite pair of fuzzy socks after they were just taken out of the dryer. “Come on, princess. It’ll pass. They always do.”
“But why did it have t’ do it today!” You whined, not budging.
“Dunno, kid. The sky just felt like dumping buckets, I guess.” He said, humoring you.
“Daddy...” You groaned, rolling your eyes. “Clouds don’t use buckets!”
“Sure they do!” He grinned, waggling his eyebrows at you. “You just never see em!”
“You’re silly.” You scoff.
“You’re silly!” Your dad laughed, scooping you up and spinning you around, finally getting a smile out of you as you shriek in laughter.
He tucked you against his chest and kissed you on your forehead. “Come on, kiddo. Let’s get you some sna–”
His eyes went wide and he gasped when you writhed, crying out and wincing like you’d just been struck.
“Babygirl, what’s wrong?” He asked, hurriedly sitting you on the couch as you curled in on yourself. He could see the welts start to peek out from beneath the sleeves of your little pink shirt.
It was happening again.
The pain in his heart gripped him like ice, knowing he couldn’t do anything to ease the pain his daughter was feeling. His poor, poor baby girl, whose soulmate was constantly being inflicted with whatever horrors they faced with.
He would curse it, sometimes. Your mark. Your bond. You were already enduring abuse that wasn’t directed at you. Or maybe it was in a way… Given that it was happening to your other half. Who you would one day meet. Maybe things will be better, when you had. Maybe.
But one thing was for sure, he hated whomever was inflicting those injuries on your soulmate more. Not only were they hurting your soulmate, they were hurting you. He’d imagined that you were close in age. If so, who the hell would abuse a child in such a way? The concept was completely foreign to him.
He rubbed your back, murmuring sweet and loving things to you.
He noticed something odd about your mark about a few years ago, right when the welts and bruises started to show and you would recoil in phantom pain... There was a new addition to your mark. At first it was one crescent moon. But then one became two, and two became three.
Right now, the bottom right moon was full.
He wasn’t sure what it meant… But he noticed your crying slow to soft little hiccups and sniffles as you sit up, rubbing your eyes.
He rested his forehead against yours. “It’ll be okay, sweetheart. I promise.”
“I jus’ wanna know why it hurts so much, daddy.” You sniffle.
“Trust me, I know. Me and your mom are similar. I remember when we were kids, before we met… She fell from a tree and broke her leg. Man, it hurt so bad…”
You looked up at him, your big beautiful eyes glistened with tears. Your mother’s eyes. Little gems of hers that you would always have.
“Really?” You peeped.
“Really.” He stood and walked over to the bookshelf above the living room fireplace, and plucked a book off of it. He turned back to you and sat next to you, pulling you into his lap and kissing the top of your head.
“This book came from your great auntie over in London. You remember her, yeah?” He hummed.
Your fingers grazed the cover, old and worn, obviously well-read and well-loved. It had a picture of a woman with wings and a pretty dress on it. You couldn’t read the other words on it just yet, you were still learning how to read the bigger ones.
“Want me to read you some of the stories in it?” He inquired.
“Uh-huh.” You nod.
Your father flipped the pages open, and hummed again, softer.
“Now, let’s start with the tale of Isis and the Seven Scorpions…”
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You jumped, almost dropping the egg timer you had in your hand when your shop’s door dinged and swung open. A frantic young woman rushed inside, her sunken and baggy eyes looking at you, wide with fright.
You skipped the usual welcome and regarded her with a confused expression.
“I… Can I help you–”
“Please, I just need to–to hide!” She said, rushing over to you and gripping your hand, pulling you behind her and further into the winding shelves that made up your bookstore.
“Hey, Hey.” You say, putting your hands on her shoulders. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“My–my boyfriend. He… He’s… I messed up and burned lunch and…” She looked to the side trying to check if he somehow didn’t materialize out of thin air over her shoulder when she wasn’t looking; and when she did… you saw them.
The already darkening bruises on her delicate throat.
Immediately you went into protector mode. You gently urge her towards the door leading to the stairwell that went up to your flat above.
“You hide up there, and call 999, okay?” You say to her. “You can stay here until the police arrive. If it makes you feel safer, there’s a deadbolt to the door up there. If your boyfriend comes in I’ll act like I didn’t see anything.”
You rush to the oven when you hear the timer go off, and pull out the scones (after slipping on your mitts), when the bell to your store dings.
You curse under your breath and say to the girl quietly. “Stay quiet, honey. I’ll be up when the police get here.”
You carefully slip the tasty treats onto a plastic tray and toss the pan into the sink with a clang; instantly regretting it when the young woman flinched and curled into herself, her arms instinctively reaching to cover her head.
You muttered and apology and balanced the pan on your hand as you hastily make your way down the stairs, to see whomever was incessantly dinging your “ring me!” button at the register.
When you finally break free of the labyrinthine bookshelves, you spot a rather large and angry looking man.
This had to be the boyfriend.
“Hello, one moment, please.” You say tersely, sliding the scones into the small display case showcasing the fresh treats of the day.
“Oi, you seen somebody come in here?” He demanded gruffly.
You take another visual sweep of his appearance. Rather big build, probably abuses the gym too much. He looks like he exclusively dines on protein shakes more than food… He could be trouble, if he got violent. The only upside is that you knew the layout of your little shop by heart, he didn’t. You really wished you had a gun under the counter, right about now.
You made a mental note to sign up for the courses and get the certificate from the police..
“Other than you, no, you’d be my first customer of the day.” You force the cheer into your tone as you bring a box of books and begin to half-assedly place them, hoping to look normal.
“Ain’t no fuckin’ customer.” He growled. “Don’ want no books.”
“Well, I also offer a variety of coffees, teas, and snacks–”
“I ain’t no fuckin’ customer!” He barked, getting in your face.
You could smell the alcohol on his breath. That explains the slurred speech.
“Sir, I’m gonna have to ask that you please back away, you’re a little too close…” You say, your hands up in a submissive gesture, hoping to appear as non-threatening as possible.
"Does it look like I giv' a fuck? Ya fuckin' muppet?" He hissed at you, his eyes dilated and glassy.
"Look, I don't want to cause trouble, but–"
He seized your arm and gripped it painfully tight, you could feel the crunch of your radiocarpal joint being squeezed under his rough and indelicate fingers. "Did ya hear me, ya fuckin' cunt? I'm lookin' for my girl, I know she came in here! Don't lie t' me!"
"Sir, people come into my store all the time, and it's not really my business why unless they buy a book or a muffin. Let me go!" You retort, trying to pry his fingers from around you with your free hand.
"Shut th' fuck up!" He snarled, pushing you back against the bookshelf so hard the back of your head cracked on one of the shelves. Great, another pain.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" An unmistakably American accent called from the door of your shop.
How had you missed the bell? How did you not notice the sound of the door opening?
The drunken man holding you turned, still gripping you. "Great, another fuckin' yank? Can't you fucks stick to ya own country?"
You felt your pulse quicken, and your eyes widened at the man who stood in the door; dark, honey-tinted eyes aflame with anger. But the man the eyes belonged to?
Dead ringer for Steven. But he carried himself entirely differently, he even had his hair styled back in a different way. He wore a white hoodie, faded blue jeans, and some steel-toe boots.
"None o' ya fuckin' busniess, you dick." The man sneered, looking back down at you.
"It is if you're hurting the lady." He said gruffly.
"Oi, you got a listening problem?"
The man turned again, but he was met with the knuckles of the American man who just came to your aid; straight to his jaw, knocking him back against a cart you had full of discount books, sending them to the floor with a clatter.
The man cracked his knuckles, before gently grabbing you by the shoulder and moving you behind him for cover.
At this distance you could just barely catch a whiff of sandalwood and some kind of spice. A hint of aftershave wafted into your senses in accompany.
"You fuckin' dick!" The man grunted, shaking his head in an attempt to reorient his brain.
"You need a better repertoire of insults, buddy. Or stop hitting the sauce." The other man sneered. "Probably both."
The drunk lunged at him, and this guy was one step ahead, intercepting him by grabbing his wrists.
The crunch of bone was enough to make you squeeze your eyes shut, and when you dared to peek again, the drunk was clutching at his now bleeding and broken nose. Your savior on the other hand?
Barely broke a sweat. He headbutted him with the hardest part of his head, crunching bone and cartilage.
"Stay down, asshole." He growled. You spun on your heels to look at the door when two clothed officers came in, hands on their pepper spray.
"Everybody just calm down!" One of them shouted.
Ugh. Now you had a headache…
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By the time the officers, the battered girl, and her boyfriend all left, it was just you and your knight in shining hoodie. Who looked way too much like Steven.
You sat him down at one of the reading nooks and shakily wring your hands out to calm down. "Uh… Yeah, so…" You try.
"My name's Marc. Marc Spector." He said. "You, uh… met my brother, already. Steven."
You gasp. "The heathen!"
He choked out a startled laugh. "What?"
"Oh! Uhhhhhh…" You clear your throat awkwardly trying to change the subject. "You and Steven have different last names!"
Marc huffed through his nose. "It's uh… a long story."
"What, were you guys separated at birth or something? He speaks with a typical Londoner accent, you're full-blown American." You smile.
"Or something." Marc murmured, unable to meet your eyes.
"God, and Steven and I joked about my life being a setup for a book." You giggle softly. "You guys sound like you're straight out of a Dickens novel!"
Marc kind of squirmed in his seat. "Yeah…"
"So, uh… what brings you here today? From what Steven told me, you don't exactly pick up books all the time like he does." You say to him, tilting his head.
Marc wiped at his face with a groan, "Ugh. Don't get me started on Steven's books! He has too goddamn many–"
"Ah!" You say, flicking a stray curl. You weren't sure why your brain told you that was okay to do. It just felt right. The look he gave you afterwards sent your heart leaping into your throat.
Raw confusion, maybe some surprise?
"Uh… No talking like that is allowed in my store, there, pal…" You stammer out. "So… why are you here?"
"Steven said you had coffee. Didn't feel like dealing with a lot of people today." He kind of mumbled.
"Oh, I get that." You sighed softly in sympathy. Already, Marc struck you as the kinda guy who didn't like dealing with people unless he had to.
And honestly, you kinda felt for the guy. Something about him made your heart twinge in a funny little way.
"Tell you what, as a thanks for helping take care of that asshat, coffee is on the house, and I'll even give you a cup of my personal blend instead of the stuff on the menu."
"Uh, you don't have to–"
"Ah!" You say, wagging a finger at him as you walk away. "None of that in my store!"
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You sat and talked for a while. Hours, really. Whereas Steven loved to babble about things he knew, and was rather energetic about it, Marc was… reserved. Shy, almost. He was content to let you lead the conversations, piping in here or there on a subject.
He told you some about his time in the Marines, and how something happened to him mentally that got him discharged early. He was vague about what he did after that, but he mentioned moving to London after he and his wife ran into problems.
At first you almost asked a rather impertinent question, "Why did you guys split up?" But decided that was far too rude of a thing to ask. Even if you wondered why he married outside of a soulmate bond. Even if a marriage like that wasn't entirely uncommon…
"I'm sorry." You say softly, sitting across from him, your coffee long finished, the mug cold. "You've been through… a lot..."
"Yeah, you can certainly say that." Marc sighed, turning his mug in his hands for probably the hundredth time.
"So… Thanks again. For y'know. Helping me." You smile.
"No problem, easy enough to deal with a drunk." He shrugged. "And he looked like he was about to hurt you, so I had to do... something."
"Well I'm glad you did that something." You chuckle.
Marc cleared his throat and smiled back, a soft thing on his face, really. But it was nice to see.
He moved to stand, "I should, ah… go. Thanks for the coffee." He reached out to hand you a few notes from his wallet, and you declined, gathering the mugs to go wash them.
"Nope, I already said it was on the house." You tell him.
"But–"
"No buts!" You called out as you vanished into the expanse of bookshelves.
When you came back, you noticed that, stacked neatly on the counter, was a bundle of notes, your egg timer sitting neatly atop it, with a post-it note simply saying:
"Tell me your life story next time. Thanks. -Marc."
Chapter 4: Link
#A Rose Under the Moon#moon knight x you#moon knight x reader#marc spector x reader#jake lockley x reader#steven grant x reader#soulmate au
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AU Idea: Nicktoon Fighters
Hey there folks!
For a while, I've been wanting to do my own fanfiction based around the Nicktoons, but I've had a hard time trying to figure out how to make it stand out.
Plus, I want to release it this year in honor of the 25th anniversary of biggest Nicktoons of them all, SpongeBob SquarePants!
(I know that sounds odd, but I figured better now than waiting until 2026)
In fact, when trying to create a premise for this Nicktoons series, I actually looked to SpongeBob, wanting to utilize some kind of element of the show as the basis.
And while rewatching SpongeBob, I noticed that how karate, despite being a favorite pastime for the sponge and particularly Sandy in the past, has weirdly faded into irrelevancy.
Like, I think the last time there was episode that featured karate was all the way back in like 2012.
And thus, it gave me the idea for an AU/fanfic where the Nicktoon characters are fighters.
This is gonna be short one, but I think you’ll all enjoy it.
The AU/series would draw lot of inspiration from fighting-based media. From video games like Street Fighter and Tekken, to anime and manga like Dragon Ball, Hunter x Hunter and Baki, to even Western animated shows like Xiaolin Showdown and Jackie Chan Adventures.
The setting for this AU is a version of Earth where all the Nicktoons co-exist, including the ones with Earths that don’t align with ours like Avatar and Breadwinners.
Their respective locations (The Four Nations and such) would still exist in this world.
As for the premise, it focus on SpongeBob and his pals entering the annual world tournament of this, well, world.
And in contrast to most other fighting tournaments, this one is similar to a Grand Prix, which there bing different sets of fights that occur on different nights and in different parts of the world.
As for why they're reason, you can thank Mr. Krabs for that.
Essentially, the grand prize for whoever wins the tournament is $1,000,000.
And as we all know about Mr. Krabs....
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Speaking of Krabs, in this universe, he's a longtime fighter (having been one since he was teenager), and was a longtime champion of the tournament for many years (for obvious reasons).
Even to this day, he still participates.
However, he hasn't won the last couple of tournaments.
Reason why: while Mr. Krabs is still a tough customer, he's getting old (he's like in his late-40s to early-50s now) and he isn't in his prime anymore.
However one day after seeing SpongeBob and Sandy doing their usual karate matches, he realized that they and their friends are still in their prime and would be more likely to win the tournament than him.
And that's how they got here.
However, this tournament isn't what it seems.
This year's tournament has a new financer by the name of Sheldon J. Lawrence.
But in reality, he's actually Plankton is disguise.
Essentially, the previous financer had an "accident" and Plankton (in his disguise) was able to take over his role.
As for the tournament not being what it seems.
Well, all locations of the tournament will be taking place all just so happen to the same locations of The Warrior Weapons, a group of mystical weapons that once belonged to some of the most legendary warriors throughout history.
And as you expect, these weapons hold untold, phenomenal powers.
As for why Plankton wants them, it's pretty simple: Revenge.
Just like Mr. Krabs, Plankton also competed in the tournament for many years.
However, he never made it past the first round for....obvious reasons.
Even with his tech, he still couldn't make it.
That, along with the ridicule that came with it, drove Plankton mad.
But shortly after last year's tournament, Plankton would discover the existence of The Warrior Weapons.
This gave Plankton the idea to become a fake financer to he could be charge of the tournament, specifically in the choice of locations.
While the tournament was going on, he would sneak off to find each of the Warrior Weapons.
And with once Plankton has all the weapons, he plans to use them all together to make himself into an all-powerful being so he can become the greatest fighter who lived, get back at those who mocked him, and conquer the world.
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Luckily, SpongeBob and his pals stumbled upon his plans and are now trying to stop Plankton from collecting all the Weapons while trying to win the tournament.
But they're not in this alone, as they made some new friends in the tournament who are here to help!
But before we talk about that, let's talking about the main star of this AU real quick.
SpongeBob is largely the same as he usually is, and he's in this tournament to have fun, make some new friends, and make Mr. Krabs proud! For his fighting style, SpongeBob is skilled in the art of karate. He's not quite a master at it like Sandy, but he does know it well. But what makes him stand out is that he mixes it with his natural ability to stretch his body to incredible lengths. He's basically long-ranged physical fighter ala Monkey D. Luffy. He's not the strongest, but he makes for it with immense resilience thanks to his sponge-like skin. As for his attire, it's basically standard karate garb, but with a brown color scheme with a black belt. His also has two side holders, which he uses to hold two big water bottles. Thanks to being a sponge, SpongeBob uses those bottles to shoot pressurized water from his holes, which can be powerful knock to people back and make dents in the wall.
Now let's talk about the other main Nicktoons.
-Avatar Aang: Aang is what you would expect from him, and he (along with the rest of Team Avatar) are here in the tournament to have some fun. For his fighting style, this is where things get interesting. In this universe, Benders each have unique physical advantages over each other (which is a concept I've had for many years). Waterbenders are naturally flexible and have uncanny reflexes, Earthbenders have superhuman strength and resilience, Firebenders have great stamina and endurance, and Airbenders have superhuman speed and agility. And since Aang is the Avatar, he's pretty much the living definition of an all-around character. But he's more of a speed fighter, due to his main prowess and preference as an Airbender. His style is also more evasive and defensive than others, due to his status as a pacifist. He also fights with his trusty glider staff, giving some more power to his Airbending attacks and to also trip his opponents. As for his attire, it's essentially the same outfit that he's had since Book 3.
-Timmy Turner: Timmy is back to how he was portrayed in the early seasons of The Fairly OddParents, and he's here in the tournament to win that money! For his fighting style, Timmy is what would you call a wildcard fighter. With Cosmo and Wanda, he can essentially create any weapon he wants. But he predominantly has them transform into martial art weapons. Plus the fact that he's also quick on his feet makes him a pretty challenging fighter. As for his attire, he would be wearing a slightly modified version of his hooded look from Abra-Catastrophe, but with the hood being pink, having magic martial arts weapons strapped to him, and his primary outfit would be the same one done by Zigwolf, with the addition of some white fingerless gloves.
-Jimmy Neutron: Jimmy is what you would expect from him and he (along with the rest of his friends) joined the tournament to see who between him and Cindy can last the longest. As for his fighting style, Jimmy is strictly a long-range fighter. He uses a special set of high-tech gauntlets and boots that allows him to fly and blast lasers, electricity, and powerful gusts of wind. Unfortunately, this use of technology also makes him a bit of glass cannon. As for his attire, he would be wearing the same outfit done by kianamai, but with the aforementioned gauntlets and boots (along with a matching helmet and visor).
-Danny Phantom: Danny, like most of the others, is what would you expect from and he joined the tournament (along with his friends and family) to have some fun. As for his fighting style, Danny is a versatile fighter. He's able to fight close range thanks to his supernatural strength (which can slightly enhance with by channeling ecto-energy into his hands or feet). Plus the fact that he's also skilled in boxing and kickboxing, which he learned from his parents and Jazz, doesn't hurt either. He can also attack enemies from a distance with his ectoplasmic energy beams, ghostly fire, ice powers, and Ghostly Wail. Plus thanks to his invisibility, intangibility, and duplication powers, Danny is pretty tough to land a hit on. As for his attire, he would wearing the same outfit done by coffeecakecafe.
-El Tigre: Manny is what you would expect from him and he (along with Frida and Puma Loco) joined the tournament for that prize money! As for his fighting style, Manny is a speed, agility and stealth-focused fighter. He utilizes his feline-like speed and agility to evade attacks from his opponents, and his stealth to get the drop on them when they least expect it. And in addition to possessing superhuman strength and his trusty claws, Manny is also skilled in Tiger-Style Kung Fu. As for his attire, it's essentially the same as it usually is.
-Jenny Wakeman: Jenny is what you would expect from her and she (along with her friends) joined the tournament to have some fun. As for her fighting style, Jenny, like Danny, is a pretty versatile fighter. She has a wide array of weapons at her disposal, has incredible strength and speed, can fly, can stretch her limbs to incredible lengths (similar to SpongeBob) and is immensely resilient. As for her attire, it would be the same outfit from her redesign by drawnfamiliarfaces.
-Tak: Tak is back to his characterization from the original games and he (along with his friends) joined the tournament to have some fun (except for Lok, who's definitely here for the money....and bitches). As for his fighting style, Tak is a mage fighter. He utilizes The Staff of Dreams, which allows him to cast all kinds of magical attacks. Tak's also able to use the staff in a melee style (being skilled in the art of staff fighting) and is pretty agile. As for his attire, it's essentially the same from the games: cape and all.
-Eliza Thornberry: Eliza is what you would expect from and she (along with the rest of her family) joined the tournament as a fun little side quest of sorts. As for her fighting style, just like Timmy, Eliza is a wildcard fighter. In this universe, Shaman Mnyambo not only gave Eliza the power to talk to animals, but also the power to call upon the abilities of any animal, ala Vixen. As for her attire, shs would wear the same outfit from Rugrats Go Wild!, but with red fingerless gloves.
Well that's all I have for now!
This isn't exactly the most detailed or informative post I've made, but this is a part 1.
I promise for the next part, I'll talk about a few other Nicktoons characters and most importantly of all, The Warrior Weapons.
Also, let me know how well you guys think I converted the Nicktoons into fighters.
But until then....
See ya!
#nicktoons#nicktoons unite#spongebob squarepants#the fairly oddparents#timmy turner#jimmy neutron boy genius#jimmy neutron#aang#avatar the way of water#danny phantom#el tigre the adventures of manny rivera#manny rivera#jenny wakeman#my life as a teenage robot#tak#tak and the power of juju#eliza thornberry#the wild thornberrys#crossover au#fighting au
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i'm porting this over from ATB on facebook from february of 2019 -- a totally fake mock-up I did of a totally fanfictional/hypothetical/Founded In Nothing idea for EE album 5. There were I think barely even whisperings of what would be re-animator at this point. i remember what I really wanted for this cover art was like a skeleton/skull in a respirator mask, but i didn't have the photoshop skills/patience to put that together so I went with this instead. it is insane that I was like "let me put a breathing mask on the cover of this fake album" and then by the time the real fifth album came out we were experiencing a global airborne-disease pandemic. i.
additionally i mocked up conceits/vibes for the full fake track listing, several of which were also weirdly prescient:
this is directly copy-pasted from what I wrote on FB at the time:
I fully did think out every fake song like, conceptually as well, it's my E E fanfiction that I tried to base on the vague utterings they've already sort of given us:
- Triage (Intro) is an instrumental track, low energy but anxious - Call a Doctor is the next logical successor to TTB and NOTLK, a hard banger opener to defibrillate a flatlining society - Excuses is the first single and is a total Brexity bop - Sayonara is the second single and is a little deeper, very much a "gotta get out of here" draw to leave civilization and return to one's roots - Full Up is a bitter condemnation of consumerism, i.e. being full up but still continuing to eat anyway, lots of animal metaphors - For Prophet is this album's Final Form or Zero Pharaoh, a softer and eerier energy, deep forest imagery - Bird Bones should've been a single but wasn't and everyone's pissed about it because it's incredible and Jeremy really knocks it out of the park - Tall Fences, aka Is Trump Seriously Trying It With This Wall Thing - Should is the _Arc_ or New Deep short, simple, haunting little interlude - Faster and Faster goes even further down the Breadwinner rabbit hole of self-awareness and almost self-parody, it's a Blast Doors or a Hapsburg and you WILL play it too loud in your car - Pin That is the third single, a solid and substantial closer, Weights-esque - Codetta is mostly instrumental/doesn't have any lyrics, just Jon wordlessly vocalizing, and sort of feels like a cliffhanger ending to the album, it never resolves and leaves you very tense
There's also a secret bonus track which is an extended version of Triage with more substance and actual lyrics a la Awe/Arc - listen closely and it incorporates in musical elements of Codetta as well, full circle baybeee
mmmm anyway bye lmao
album 5 didn't sound like this at all, and I'm glad-- so much of this is just More Of Same-ism from GTH and AFD-- but it actually makes me feel so insane at how "Full Up" is fully just Pizza Boy (only the metaphor is digital instead of animal; but like, it's track 4 and everything), "Faster and Faster" is lowkey Dagger's Edge and/or Supernormal, and "Bird Bones" is LITERALLY Canary. like why was I cooking
anyway a) while "veterinary" is nothing, i still think nearly all of these are extremely viable EE song titles or lyric-phrases, especially 'triage,' 'sayonara' and 'should'; b) i'm actually so seriously Team For Prophet 2025
#everything everything#this has been a post#e e#three albums later......... i love they#'call a doctor' sorry did you mean CALL THE COPS AND TELL 'EM WHAT I WANT--
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SillyWoman's completed Brio, Good Girls fanfiction List on A03
Pull Me Down Underneath You: 57,573 Words, Rated: E
2. After Dark: 31, 314 words, Rated: E
3. The Breadwinner: 34,027 words, Rated: E
4. Not The Right Time 10,650 words, Rated: M
5. Home is Wherever I'm With You : 9,139 words, Rated: E
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I am with you on the bottom france pool. I see him as a dominant bottom though so people will see him as a top and he tops a lot but it's always from the bottom. We need more love for dominant tops who bottom. Real thing tho. Arthur loves that. Alasdair will just lay back and enjoy and our man Spain will want to treat France right but ends up admiring that ass bouncing up on his churro
im verrry drunk right now (like, kitchen karaoke drunk) so excuse my lack of articulation but u caught me in a good mood so imma answer this and probably ramble sorry
you get it. fran is the power bottom of all time i could not agree more. he usually initiates. he loves topping from the bottom. eager lil cowgirl. he loves riding and draining the absolute life force out of his men. tho its not exclusive, if i were to label him i'd say switch bottom. switch as in can sub or dom, not verse as in position bc u know hes always taking that dick. always always always. nails emoji.
i do think he likes being pampered and playing pillow princess at times. laying back and getting bred or pounded mercilessly from behind. hes into that too. nd not that this is relevant but i think he's only 'dominant' sexually. in terms of like. general partnership dynamics?? fran is definitely more submissivve. the lady of the house. arthur is daddy breadwinner etc. he makes the rules fran sits home looking pretty. sorry to be heteronormative but thats how i am about them. shrugs. husband an d wife.
i think arthur would (to use an overused fanfiction term, lol) vy for dominance but he does love how eager fran is and ends up laying back and letting hiss pretty wife ride him to his heart;s desire. watching her earn her reward!!! go off qwueen. but YEAH alasdair is a brilliant sub/service top you are so right. he would literally do anything fran asked him to. thats just scotfra.
spain and france togethr are so complex i cant even get into it now but yeah toni is so... passionate hes rly the only one who can match fran;s level when it comes to that. tbh i think they switch but yeah. fran riding toni is... chefs kiss. toni gets to lay back and be lazy he loves that shit fr. ok im becoming unable to string words together properly and nobody asked for this post to be this long.
anyway god bless you anon i hope you win the lottery <3 besos besos
#ask and ye shall receive#hetalia headcanons#ig#power bottom france gang rise up#aph france#hws france
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Please help a neurodivergent trans man make rent
Hi again. I feel awful for having to ask for help again but here I am.
So I've gotten hit again with life. For those not in the know, I'm still trying to recover from being dumped in June by the person who was the primary breadwinner. I finally had some jobs and was juggling to survive. I start a new one in January that will help fully and it will eventually be work from home and be able to not only fully pay bills, but even be able to help pull me out of the hole in here.
This was until my car died on me. I now have lost two ways to get income: doordash and plasma.
On top of this, I gave my two weeks for one of my jobs that wasnt giving hours, and they fully removed me before my two weeks were up so I can't even get any.
This is where I need help. I need around 500 to pull myself into next month. My folks arent able to help. Theyre already having to give me rides to my only job i can go to and theyre not very happy about it. If I cant pay rent, i will have to live back with them, which is terrible in many ways but especially my mental health. Im already struggling eating and im doing my best to stay here to keep going but it's really hard.
Please help in anyway you can whether by reblogging or by giving money if you can. If you'd like, I can write something for you in return for the donation whether that be poetry, a story, hell I'd even write fanfiction if someone wanted. Im desperate for help.
I have zel.le that I can give but its under my deadname so youd have to reach out.
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💚Chrissy’s masterlist💜
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Breadwinners 🍞
“A Smooth Breadwinner”
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
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The Silly Trinity 🍞👑
“Ticklish”
“Umbrella”
“Glisten and Glamour” (coming soon)
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i am not a skilled fanfiction writer but someone please make a breadwinners x sanjay and craig crossover fanfic
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welcome to my blog!
"What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren't chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway." - Inej Ghafa, Crooked Kingdom
Hello! Welcome to my goofy little blog. I’m Maya, I’m 15, and I’m a really delusional hopeless romantic and dreamer. This is just a random little thing I decided to start. I will mainly be reblogging things and occasionally I might add a headcanon or little rambling/thought I have. As my bio says, I am obsessed with fictional bird boys, so the Raven Boys from the Raven Cycle and the Crows from Six of Crows.
some basic info about me: white/caucasian, she/they, fifteen, lesbian, infp, scorpio, ravenclaw, sweet tea addict, cat lover, huge reader, introvert, english and history lover, autumn stan, apple music > spotify, folklore and evermore girlie, kinda mentally unstable (😅), perfectionist, suffers from a lot of burn out
Hobbies: reading, listening to music, writing fanfiction, watching anime, napping, baking, hiking, deep intellectual conversations and debates, playlist-making, procrastinating, overthinking everything at 3 a.m.
Artists: Phoebe Bridgers (probably my favorite), Julien Baker, Lucy Dacus, boygenius, Mitski, beabadoobee, Taylor Swift, Cavetown, Lizzy McAlpine, Searows, Bon Iver, Iron & Wine, Jason Isbell, Elliott Smith, Death Cab for Cutie, Bright Eyes, the Lumineers
Books: Six of Crows duology, the Raven Cycle, King of Scars duology, Lonely Castle in the Mirror, the Secret History, Normal People, Conversations with Friends, Legends and Lattes, the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society, Into the Wild, Slaughterhouse Five
TV Shows + Movies: Coraline, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, Spy x Family, Skip and Loafer, Fruits Basket, A Silent Voice, Gintama, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Haibane Renmei, Natsume’s Book of Friends, basically any Studio Ghibli movie, Fantastic Mr. Fox, Wolfwalkers, the Breadwinner, Juno, the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society, Shadow and Bone, Lockwood and Co.
Characters: Wylan Van Eck, Inej Ghafa, Nina Zenik, Jesper Fahey, Ronan Lynch, Adam Parrish, Blue Sargent, Noah Czerny, Francis Abernathy, Connell Waldron, Coraline Jones, Alphonse Elric, Yuki Sohma, Saki Hanajima, Shoya Ishida, Kagura Yato, Natsume Takashi, Ash Fox (not a furry I promise 😭)
Thank you for visiting my blog! Feel free to ask or message me anytime!
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Hey folks! My name's Noelia Reyes Bello (you can call me by the codename "Fluffy Sparkles" if you want! ^^) and welcome to my blog! For you see i'm a web-cartoonist besides an artist, Animator and concept designer who loves being Multifandom geek and eating Chicken Nuggies with Oreo Frapuccinos (which Frapuccinos tastes so great just like the milkshakes)! X3
About me:
Austistic 18-year-old animation fangirl, Cuz i LOVE cartoony fandoms so much UwU...
Non-Binary gal (who uses She/her/He/Him pronouns!)
🇨🇱Chilean lady!🇨🇱
Loves to roleplay (Almost sometimes actually LOL...)
You can also follow me on:
Instagram: DatOnePopTartWolfy
YouTube: Fluffy Sparkles The Pop Tart Wolfy
DeviantArt: PopTartWolfyUwU
TikTok: PopTartWolfyUwU
WattPad: WolfPuppyGal
Twitter: PopTartWolfy05
DerpiBooru: SteakFlavoredNuggets/WolfPuppyGal
Hyperfixations/Fandoms i'm in:
Object Shows in general (Mostly Inanimate Insanity 2 and Modern Objects)
Furry Community
JewelPet
The Henry Stickmin Colllection
Doggyworld
Monica'S Gang
Doraemon
Xavier Riddle And The Secret Museum
Untitled Goose Game (That game is funny, Heh!)
Littlest Pet Shop (2012 version most of all)
Pucca
LazyTown
Breadwinners (Sorry…)
OddBalls
Diary Of A Wimpy Kid
The Mitchells VS The Machines
Funko Pop (although it doesn't count as an actual fandom, I love it so much!)
Ben And Holly's Little Kingdom
Aggretsuko
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Hi pebbly, I hope work, life, and all the things are going well. Big fan of castles.
Question: What is your opinion on male readership of HP fanfiction/guys reading your works?
Sincerely, a male reader aware of his odd demographic status within the fandom.
aw, thanks anon! hope all is well for you too!
to be honest, i don't really have an opinion! i mean, i'm so glad you (and maybe others) are reading this fic - thanks so much for your support! that being said, i don't think i have any particular hot takes on this! i'm just happy you're there!
i am - of course - aware that my audience (and the fanfiction community in general) is majority female. that's been established by many studies on the topic. but, assuming that the audience for my fanfiction podcast is somewhat representative (even if it doesn't entirely line up with my readership), it appears that around 10% of our audience is male. around 20% is non-female. so this isn't negligible.
[sorry this is in french, idk why/how to change it. it says: women, men, other, non binary]
i've spoken about this before but i think the fact that men aren't super present in fanfiction communities is down to two big factors:
men (sadly) aren't encouraged to read. i feel like this is particularly true for straight men (although, to an extent, gay men as well): for some reason, in the past 40 years, someone somewhere decided that reading/writing books wasn't "manly". that somehow, sitting at home watching sports on the sofa was worthy, but not sitting at home reading a book on that same sofa - which, when you think about it, is basically the exact same activity. it's especially bizarre because when you look at literary history, a lot of our "great writers" are men - to the point that many women writers, at the time, were completely ignored/disregarded. so, like many things, it seems that writing/reading was a worthy pursuit for men, until women started reading/writing as well and being successful, which somehow lessened the appeal of the activity. i think it's a real shame and i feel like it's a chance that's missed by a lot of men who might actually enjoy the activity, if only they were given more of an incentive. anecdotally, i was once talking to a (female) friend of mine, saying that to me, if a man i could potentially date does not own at least one book, that's a bit of a red flag. she said to me my standards were too high (😆) and i think that's a bit sad. but, it does explain (partially) why men aren't in fanfiction spaces. they're (mostly) not in original fiction spaces either.
men are also socialised (at least in western culture) to value the pursuit of activities that will yield the most monetary returns. there is still, to this day, a lot of pressure put on men to be the main breadwinners and fanfiction, famously, is anything but that. writing fanfiction is a lot of work, for - guaranteed - no money. i think women are used to working for free: in the home, but also because of the gender pay gap. so, they're more likely to accept this situation than men who are like: 'what do you mean i need to spend a hundred hours writing a fic for no money?' when i was unemployed during the pandemic, i freelanced as an editor and you would not believe the number of men who sent me novels where they were like: this started as fanfiction for [x] (usually video games) but then i filed off the serial numbers because it didn't feel worth it to work on something i couldn't publish. then, fanfiction gets ridiculed as this thing that's only for teenage girls/women with no ambition, and men are even less likely to participate.
so, i think, naturally, this reflects in the readership (and writership) of HP fanfiction. it's unfortunate, but it's kind of an undeniable fact. and, this is worsened because when it comes to entertainment, men and women are also socialised to like different things. and thus, because fewer men write fanfiction, men who would only be readers don't necessarily find content that "speaks" to them, and thus don't read it. especially because studies show that men, because they are often cast and shown as the main protagonists in media, find it harder to project themselves in women/works written by women. they feel like they can't relate. so, it ends up being this chicken and egg situation of: women make up for most fanfiction writers, thus men feel left out and don't read, leading to fewer men writing it, etc.
and, to be honest, i feel like castles (and my works in general) is a perfect example of that:
i don't think i write for women. i think i write for humans. but also, i'm not dumb. my fics centre around themes and characters which mostly speak to women. i'm a hardcore, bra-burning feminist. my harry is definitely a man-written-by-a-woman (although, jkr is a woman too so i don't think i'm changing much, there). i write a lot of strong female characters. i write at length about violence against women. a lot of men don't want to read about that, because they don't think it's "for" them.
we all know and have seen in the past that the issue of feminism and women's rights is mostly owned by women. sure, some men are allies, i'm not denying that, but most of the campaigning and the shouting and the screaming is still the burden of women. we're still at the point where in order to get men to care about women's rights, we need to tell them: 'what if it was your sister?' 'what if it was your mother?' as though women don't have value unless they are part of their family. so, i'm not deluding myself into thinking that i have a large male readership because i know a lot of men don't relate to the things i write and aren't interested in trying.
that said, knowing that some of my readership (even if it's only ten per cent) is made up of men, fills me with joy. it fills me with hope that things might eventually change for the better. that men are starting to care/get educated, and also maybe see that feminism can benefit them too. the idea that some dude on his sofa is reading my very feminist fanfiction makes my day, really. i write about feminism and politics because i hope to see a change in the world and part of that is broadening my audience to people who might not be familiar with these themes. do i suspect most comments i get giving me pointless nitpicky/unsolicited criticism or telling me ginny is slut come from men? sure. but these are a minority and it's the price to "pay" when you write about these things.
so, my opinion on guys reading my works is that i don't really have an opinion, aside from the fact that i think it's amazing that you're there and my only hope is that there will be more of you in the future.
thank you so much for reading, and for being part of this community. it really means the world! 💚
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Ok I finally got around to watching all of buddy daddies and I have Thoughts.
First off literally months ago I had a fan fiction idea in which rei’s father called him home, told him he knew about kazuki and Miri and had had them assassinated so rei would have no more connections (this was before I’d watched that Misaki was even in the picture) so?? I’m psychic maybe? That fic idea also included a 10ish year time skip so Literally
As a psych student I couldn’t help but read way too far into everyone’s actions. I know some people have said Rei is autistic coded and while I def do see that I also see similarities to isolated children cases (to a lesser extent of course he wasn’t isolated more deprived) which ends up with a lot symptoms we also see in ASD like the difficulty in reading social cues. in general reading way into Rei’s actions and words and relating it to his upbringing was super fun.
Super interesting that Rei, while clearly being emotional stunted and not the best with social cues, is super good at reading people, at least Kazuki and Miri
The CHARACTER GROWTH they clearly still have so much more to go but moving past unhealthy coping mechanisms? Processing grief healthily? Learning life skills? Learning to parent? Amazing
This anime shone light on so many real issues in modern day Japan (that are dealt with all over the world to different extents) that I’m just beginning to learn about now since I’ve been doing research since I want to go and maybe live there at some point. Namely same sex couples being still stigmatized by not a small amount of the population (we see the variety in acceptance with the first daycare woman and miss Anna) Also with gender labor division at home, Kazuki feeling taken advantage of and exhausted trying to balance home care and work and being frustrated Rei is not contributing equally in those aspects is something a lot of women deal w in Japan since the role of house and child care and cooking is still seen as the wife/mother’s responsibility while the man is the breadwinner a lot.
While the eventful ending was wonderful and shocking and scary and well done i was ultimately disappointed by the ending for a few reasons
Personally I don’t think an non functioning arm would make Rei’s father suddenly okay with him not taking over? Like as the head of the business I don’t think rei’s father is doing a lot of active assassin work anyway (I will write fanfictions about this don’t worry)
Disappointed that they made a point to include in the timeskip that kazuki and rei were not together instead of leaving it even just ambiguous with Miri’s comment about kazuki going out with a woman the night before or w/e. I know it was clarified to NOT be a BL anime so my expectations probably should have been lower than they were but idk the amount of tropes they so obviously put in there throughout make me feel a LITTLE queerbaited
The outfits were all ICONIC especially Miri’s I LOVED THEM
Finally, I have MORE STORY IDEAS NOW some bridging off from the canon end and some from earlier in the anime and I’m trying to get back into writing so wish me luck on that cause I’m SUPER inspired rn
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